I’m playing along today again with Lisa Jo Baker’s Five Minute Friday writing prompt. If you’ve never heard of it, it is a fun but challenging one. 5 minutes to write with no edits or looking back.
Honestly, I hate this prompt today.
I don’t want to go where I know it will take me.
I don’t want to talk about the deep ugly moments of being broken.
I don’t to talk about that time I kind of ruined a friends birthday because I was careless with my words.
I don’t want to talk about the hymn “How Great Thou Art” moves me to tears because I’ve sung it at every funeral I’ve ever been to.
I don’t want talk about how it is much easier for me to forgive than it is to wait to be forgiven by the people I love.
I don’t want to talk about the night I learned you miscarried. And how hard it was on me to sit and grieve with you.
I don’t want to talk about meaningful you are in my life. And about how I’m sure I will be lost without you someday.
I don’t want to talk about how thankful I am for my babies and husband and this beautiful mess of a life we get to have together.
I don’t want to talk about this. Or about how reading about it rocked me to my core and made me sick to my stomach.
I don’t want to talk about my struggles as a motherless mother.
I don’t want to talk knowing there are kids Malone’s age that do not get enough to eat.
All of these things shattered. Crumbled like a dry cookie. A messy heap of tears.